bosses

Ever since I was a little girl, I kept a diary. Writing in it my day to day joys and sorrows, it kept me going through some tuff times (the adolescent times as they say). It was my priced possession, something which I cherished. School, college, it covered them all.

But true life starts once you are out in the real world. Facing the big bad wolves all clawing for success in every field. I started my job and slowly my diary lay in my closet, waiting for ink to seep in through its pages soon. I wrote my diary mostly during weekends when I was away from the hassles of work and wanted to vent out my anger against sexism at work place and unfair bosses.

I frequented my diary often when the phase of my marriage came along, as there were so many emotions, so many new characters in my life I had to talk about. So many questions and so many dreams. My diary sure was happy as we had become best friends again. But soon after marriage, once I settled down and work and family took all my time, my diary lay forgotten in my closet, dust accumulating on it, still waiting for me to share again. I feel guilty today as I realised that I had stopped writing. My diary is what made me realise I love to write, that I can express myself on paper than otherwise. Yet, it is forgotten now and I feel ashamed. Its like I forgot a friend who was with me listening to me in every wake of my life.

To all those who keep a journal, DO NOT STOP. It’s a part of who you are. Don’t let it lay forgotten amongst magazines and old newspapers, dusty and frayed. Keep it close to you, cherish it, be regular. There is nothing known as “No time”. You have to make time for everything. Keep your diary alive!

For all of us out there, sipping our morning coffees and running late for work. A virtual hug for all of you!!

Life has become so monotonous with this corporate life that I think we have entered the age of robots already. And here I refer to us as the robots to avoid any confusions . Look at us!! We wake up, rush to read the paper, make breakfast, have coffee on the way to work, and as soon as that laptop is switched on, human emotions are switched off. Nothing remains except “issues to be resolved”, “cases to be cleared” , people to be fired and people to be hired.

I guess during those 10-11 hours, our brain is doing all the work while our heart is at rest. But the funny thing which I realised is even after those tiresome hours are over, our heart has little to say. As we tend to hit repeat the moment we think out heart is stirring from its slumber, trying to stand up. And the story continues.

Where is the time for our heart to even disclose what it actually wants. We are in a constant loop. And it doesn’t stop. Doesn’t even pause as a matter of fact. Remember, in those sic-fi movies or the superhero movies, when the world is taken over by the bad guys/robots/ant people, a superhero comes and saves the day.

Well, now would be a good time to press pause , wherever the hero is!!